SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten copper. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now dimmed by grief. The scarlet tears, a reminder of his fall, sparkled in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust